1: Video (Seelie)

[incused]

[ Kevin Regnard is seated at a desk. Several books are open before him: thick volumes with heavy vellum pages intricately decorated with illuminated lettering. It’s darker in this part of the library, the Restricted Section, to preserve the ancient tomes. Fairies float about in the air, lending their light; Kevin would be more grateful for this, except they keep making off with his quills. He has been taking careful notes, and has already covered over a stack of parchment papers with his cramped handwriting.

His face, when he looks into the locket, has that pinched look of too much reading, and his shoulders are raised and stiff; clearly he hasn’t moved from this spot for hours. His expression is dubious, conflicted. He glances away from the locket almost as soon as he activates it, as if he were going to shut it off again without saying anything.

But finally: ]

My lords and ladies. Gentlemen; gentlewomen. I am given to understand that any skill we learn here, we might bring back to our lands after this war is won. Thus I… I beg your assistance. If there is any among you with knowledge of magical healing…

[ Now he looks up. His single red eye bores into the locket, burning like hellfire. ]

I wish to learn how to raise the dead.

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[devotedqueen]

[Elincia hesitates as she enters, wondering what she should do. If she could read hearts, like Princess Leanne or Prince Reyson, or had that knack of always knowing what to say like Mist, perhaps Sir Kevin wouldn't be feeling like this.

Still, she has to try. Forgoing all sense of propriety, she sits down next to him, drawing her knees to her chest. It's awhile before she says anything]

Sir Kevin?

[incused]

[ For a long while, it seems as if he's not going to respond. Somewhere just outside the long, gilded windows, birds twitter their evensong, as the afternoon shadows begin to lengthen.

Finally, he murmurs: ]

This was the last place I saw them. I had the idea....

[ He lifts his head and shakes it, as if to cast out cobwebs. He sighs. ]

The floor... must be uncomfortable for you, my lady.

[ He's aware why she's come, and why she's sitting next to him like this. He's moved by it, and embarrassed: it would hurt his pride, if his heart weren't already so badly wounded. ]

[devotedqueen]

The idea?

[She sits there, waiting, even as the cold of the marble ground sinks through her clothes. She shakes her head, smiling gently and turns her gaze towards the windows, watching the birds flutter back and forth]

The floor is quite comfortable compared to the wooden decks of ships. It's alright.

[incused]

[ He'd had the wild hope that the king and queen might return and send him home. It's pointless, he knows. But he won't burden Elincia with his troubles, so he asks in as pleasant a tone as he can manage: ]

Ships?

On the ocean? You're a sailor, then?

[devotedqueen]

Oh no.

[Elincia shakes her head, laughing quietly]

I merely spent some months on a ship as an emissary to a neighboring empire. I'm afraid the sailor's life suits me very little.

[incused]

[ An emissary; she's some sort of diplomat, then. Or nobility. He'd guessed as much, from her bearing. He's acutely conscious now that he has been wallowing. It's unknightly — unmanly. So he rises, albeit a little stiffly, having sat on the floor for so long, and offers her his hand, to help her up as well. ]

In that case, I'm sorry to have reminded you of it, my lady.

[devotedqueen]

It wasn't a bad time [Bird attacks aside]. Not really.

[She accepts his hand and stands, smoothing out her tunic]

You don't need to apologise to me. But I feel that I should be the one apologising to you.

[incused]

No...

[ Her hand is warm. She is warm. Somehow he feels better. ]

No, my lady. I — you've nothing to apologize for. I was... I simply...

[ ...overreacted. Just a bit. But the admission is embarrassing and he stumbles over it. Which is when he realizes he's still holding her hand; he lets go of it, at once. ]

It's my fault, I'm sorry!

[devotedqueen]

[Elincia shakes her head and places a hand against Kevin's shoulder. He seemed like he was still tense. If she can offer him any comfort, she will]

No. There's no need for you to apologise. Please, Sir Kevin.

[incused]

[ He flushes crimson at that, and stares at her wide-eyed for a few moments. Then he looks down, as if unable to meet her gaze.

Finally he murmurs: ]

There is....

There is a girl.

[devotedqueen]

A girl?

[Her voice is gentle and coaxing. She's careful not to push him but if he wants to speak, she will listen]